Personally, I think he's just being cheap.Anyway, as I made my way to the bathroom, my ears picked up on some loud snoring coming from the living room...downstairs. I stopped to look over the banister and saw my father passed out on the sofa. His clothes were still on but he manage to remove his shoes. My mom always said dad could never hold his liquor. I shook my head and continued to the john. Just as I was ready to pass my parents' bedroom, loud slapping noises forced me to stop. The slapping. Although, he had to bring his head back after another moment. "Holy shit, Kate, I gotta cum."She didn't speak to that and peeked at his wood. A few seconds later, he had no choice, but to unleash his load. He couldn't see it, but he felt it. Both Kate and I eyeballed his cock as it out its shots upon her nude body.She had it aimed up towards her melons, but surely let it go all over. She shivered a bit herself because of the thrills and milked Stepehn for all he was worth. She never stopped. At some point I realised thatin the heat of all the discussion I'd dropped the "If I was a girl..."prefix from my vocabulary and I was now just discussing who had thecutest bum and the sweetest smile, without appreciating just how feminineI was now sounding. It frightened me.Just before leaving on the Wednesday night we each made a list of all theboys in our class. We agreed to write down ratings for them all for thefollowing evening so we could talk about them.The following day, during a. Hannah welcomed the group explaining the theme for their meeting."I know," she began, "that many of you missed out on our recent visit to Sir Geoffery's studio. It was a shame of course but Julia, Liz and myself had a most, what shall we say, instructive afternoon. Sir Geoffery has been kind enough to lend us some of his equipment again and we thought that we should take the opportunity to try out a few things. If at the end of this evening any of you wish to purchase any of the items, just let.